His leg got a concussion at recess;
he heard that dinosaurs are distinct;
and he thinks his Daddy is disturbed.
Could anything be worse?
But he did have me bake cookies for the Election Day Bake Sale,
"Won't be any left, mom, cause your cookies are the best in the world."
I love that warm cookies and milk can heal the worlds troubles.
Don't forget to VOTE!
'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?